terça-feira, 28 de julho de 2009

Do not..



Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

1 comentário:

MewMew disse...

TÃOOOOO LINDOOOoOOOOO!!!! :|
Amei mesmo amor! <3
tá muito "sentido"!... tu percebeste.. xD
Wov you lindaaaa******